No Longer Your Daughter
My parents raised me like a princess from a fairy tale.
I loved cake. Every day after work, Dad would bring home a small slice just for me. Mom bought a full set of ovens and baking tools and patiently learned how to bake, all so she could make cakes for me herself.
Even later, when they adopted my cousin, a child no one else wanted, they would gently pat my head and say apologetically,
"Sweetheart, it's just one more playmate for you. Mom and Dad's love for you will only grow, never lessen."
But that day, when the lawyer was reading Grandma's will, I simply asked out of curiosity why my sister received more money than I did.
Mom's eyes instantly turned red, and she slapped me hard across the face.
"Her mother has passed away. She deserves to inherit two shares."
"We've already given you all our love. Why are you still jealous of your sister?"
From that day on, the parents who once treated me like a princess never smiled at me again.
This time, all I did was help run the bathwater for my sister. She accidentally swallowed some water and choked.
Mom grabbed my hair and shoved me into the oven.
"How could I have given birth to such a vicious child? Being jealous of your sister isn't enough, now you're trying to drown her?
"Stay in there and reflect on yourself. You can come out when you finally admit your mistake."
Inside the oven, I panicked and tried to explain, but Dad, his face full of worry, interrupted me.
"That's enough. Tanya has been coughing for a long time and it's not getting better. Take her to the hospital now."
I heard their footsteps gradually fade away.
But Mom, did you forget?
Back then, to make cakes for me more conveniently, you set all the kitchen appliances to quick mode. They would automatically lock and start baking whenever they detected something inside.
The temperature around me began to rise. The pain slowly made me lose consciousness.
As my mind grew hazy, I thought to myself:
If I reflect properly and behave well, Mom and Dad will surely love me again, just like before, won't they?